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The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness

Chapter 6 THE NIGHT HE DIDN'T LEAVE

Word Count: 1554    |    Released on: 02/10/2026

up on t

asleep on the couch. Under the b

shirt had ridden up a tiny bit and I could see the edge of a tattoo. Or

around my legs like someone tucked it. He must

ridge humming again. That hum is go

hake the couch, and his eyes opened. Right away. Like he wasn't re

oice rough from s

I just... I fell aslee

. Rubbed his face.

u slept. That's... that's good

barely slept last ni

k up. My heart was doing that fast thum

quiet for a minut

" I said. Because 3 AM ma

ea

hat it felt like. To be t

y. Too personal. Too much. We had known each othe

have to-"

ha before me. He... he traded my mom. For a treaty. With the east pack. When I was fou

s. Just

said. Sm

eading a list. "They said it was sickness. But I know. I know it was b

s coming back

. And I meant it. M

ith warm bags getting cold... I thought, not ag

idge h

story. So I just... I reached out. Not far. Just my hand on

k again. Too hungry, too dangerous,

his hand near mine. Close. Not tou

uiet. "I'm not my dad eit

id. And I did

almost touching on a blanket at

oud. On the coffee table

His whole body went tense. That

?" I

dy, blanket falling off. "Jonah's pa

Trucks.

That fast drop aga

here?" My voi

ust boots. "He's trying to... he's trying to show muscle. Because

at me. Rea

he lives ten minutes, I called her. You stay insi

odding too

e stopped. Looked back at me on the couch in his

d down in front of me so we were eye level. S

have to rip every throat on that border myself. You hear me? You are not property. You are

" I wh

ok the edge of my blanket and tucked it tighter around my f

banging open, cold air

hen I went and locked the kitchen door t

rs. The burner phone was dead too,

ouch. Wrapped in th

en far away, maybe, dogs barking. O

ever said that to me before. Jonah always said "don't be dramatic" or "stop o

ait

en numbers - headlights swept across the living

tually stopped for a

g. Passed the house. Dow

her set.

quiet

my knees pulled up, blanket

knock. Not cop k

s me, honey

uge coat, hair in a sleep

oor behind her like she owned the place. "Kael. Sai

d. My voice cracked a

t into a mug from the th

d. "He stands there. Big and scary. And th

ght.

't ask about the blanket tucked or

out himself. Went to the shop in town. The lady there said he stood there for twenty minutes holding up dress

warm. Some

I cry so much now. I used to ne

red, half laughing through t

d, tired r

d cold feet, honey. And no

h

s shoulders now. Or frost. His boots muddy.

I said. Stupi

me, heavy look, checking my face,

eft?" I

said. "They wo

on him, looking at me like I was the only thing keeping hi

go. You two... you two need slee

patting my

r after her. Then h

"I'll stay down here. On the cou

the blanket still tucked around my legs. At his red ears

gain. Like last

nod

th st

feet we

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The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness
The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness
“The cold salt from my own sleeve still crusted on my cheek when he handed me across the threshold, trading me like a sack of damp grain to men who smelled of stale tobacco and swamp water. I remember the grit of the floorboards under my bare knees after the door slammed shut. I remember the sound of boots retreating down the gravel path, heavy and unhurried, as if the man who called himself my husband hadn't just left me to rot in the outer districts. They thought I was currency. They thought a discarded wife from the southern packs would arrive broken, shivering, and ready to sweep ash from a hearth that wasn't hers. Instead, I sat on the edge of a cot that smelled of old wood and wolf pelt, listening to the silence of my new cage. It didn't take long for the house to shift. The guards stopped looking through me and started watching the way my hand hovered over the iron latch. And then came the new Alpha-the one they said tore rival packs apart with his bare teeth. When he walked into the low-ceilinged kitchen, his coat wet with rain, his eyes didn't pass over me as an afterthought. They locked onto mine with a sharp, heavy focus that felt less like ownership and more like a trap snapping shut on the wrong foot. He thinks he inherited a ghost to keep his hearth warm. He hasn't noticed yet that the knife I hid under the mattress is still sharp.”